Buck and I walked yesterday in the cool of the evening. Here, in our own private Eden, we saw many wonders, but no apple tree.
Red-blanket lichen covers the underside of one branch of a magnificent old oak some 200 feet from the house. The tree straddles the section line of the property. This is important because a future plan for our county envisions a major road paving its way through this tree. Two hundred feet from the house. That's not very far, especially when the stream, blueberries, and the gate are on the other side.
Rhynchospora colorata, or white top sedge, also has a nickname: "star-rush."
It was near dark by the time we shook the road dust off our jogging shoes at the front door. We had lost track of time, and were happy to settle for a warmed-up plate of leftovers from last night's feast.
Who wouldn't lose track of time, wandering under branches laden with red-blanket lichen, through woodlands of honeycombhead, carnivorous plants and star-rush?